Best Gamboling Poems

Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green
Where birds are nesting in branches up high
Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen
Until they can spread their new wings and fly

Daffodils dance in the warm zephyr breeze
Bees buzz seeking out these pretty flowers
Yellow pollen doesn't make...

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All around our hedgerows and gardens
Buds are forming bringing brilliant
Colour into our lives where previously
Dreary winter darkness lurked.
Everywhere new life is forming
Fields are bouncing with spring lambs
Gamboling about with their friends.
Hyacinths sensational scent fills the air
I simply love this time of year
Just bursting with new...

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Oh, pretty little butterfly, flitting all around.
You can flash dance colorfully even with no sound. 
Hummingbird, I see you too. You flap your wings so fast.
You super duper flapper, you are having such a blast!

Bumble bee, big bumble bee, your buzzing song is rare.
Few insects...

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(Re Old Poems)



 
A gaggle of girls lounging in the sun,
In the green grass many pairs of legs, stretched out
clad in their blue jeans.
My old pair, many memories...
In them I dug into the garden soil,
planting my spring flowers; my jeans grubby.
A girl gamboling in the...

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Springing and bounding like a lamb 
Playfully, gamboling over the ground.
Rumbles of thunder assaulting the ear
Incessant lightning, earth trembling in fear.
Nature is fickle, and inscrutably wild,
Glowing with vigor--an unruly child.

Shimmering heat waves swim and rise, 
Under the blazing, noonday skies.
Mercury rising, seeking the sky.
My vision...

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Behold Beatrice, Pitcairn
the paradise sunsets lie in Tahiti
sunrise, the folly of Easter
islands, sanitoriums, deluded, denuded
limbos and purgatories, the never evermore
Polynesian metaphors transmigrate my mind
O to graze with the deer, dear
the tree never falls silently
lizards scatter, birds scurry to flight
i could never buy into falling silence
let...

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Forgotten field of forever
I knew you once . . .
in daffodil days
when I wandered in wisteria ways.
Sprightly I skipped and rarely tripped.
Hope really did spring eternal then
in the spring of my strawberry youth.

Dahlia daydreams drifted often
like dandelion fluff
through the corridors of my mind -
a mind...

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Little Bo-Peep adored playing hide and seek, hence the fond nickname;
Just as hued rainbow is named for its dazzle, so radiant over every lane!

Bo-Peep was eight, and lived on a farm. She had various loves and joys.
Her world was full of magic and make believe,...

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octobre slinks forth
        relinquishing heat-scorched earth ~
                salacious summer

enflamed leaves embracing
        dalliance with wilder winds ~
		erotic...

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'Tis often said that the best things in life are free.
Open your eyes and keen those ears and I think you would agree!
When Old Sol gilds the eastern skies then settles in the west,
We're awed by the Master's Artistry and we are truly blessed!

Note the...

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Those of us who live on farms 
Aren’t immune to springtime's charms 
We simply take a different view 
Spring to us is mostly poo 

While others trill of daffodils 
And daisies blooming on the hills 
We gaze upon the cattle herds 
And think about those...

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There are many and many of springs I have seen.
How many more springs to be?
While the winter wind blows and I'm freezing my toes,
spring can't come too soon for me.
The first little snowbells are raising their heads,
so small but exceedingly bold,
each playing it's part, announcing...

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Night and day, a thrashing
     like an invisible whiptail
surge van hail,
doth swell me bosom
     excruciatingly, doggedly blackmail
capriciously be-numbingly,
     aggravatingly assail
mine conscience in

     what paltry pale
capacity of this gamboling male,
I...

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Waterfalls here and there sprout (A)
From the bottom of the mountain (B)
Monkeys and apes are gamboling (C)
Comfortably, somewhere on the leafy soil (D)
On trees top, snacking from the wild fruit (A)
Gathered, seemed as they had a summit (A)

Somewhere wavering on the tree (E)
I were alone...

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I

one Fine-
morning    when the garden was misty-
ethereal the beauty
birds mellifluous

brouhaha   loud    and donnybrook

a   gang came
fluttering over the fence and
canoodled the flowers
sweetly

when the day was infinite serenity

the birds
lilting and murmuring
loud    and  ...

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